Cigarette buds and empty liquor bottles scattered all over the dusty grey carpet. I lean against the couch staring off into space while craig lays on his back in front of me. The tv plays quietly in the background, but I can't pay attention because thoughts are filling up my already cloudy mind. We both got drunk, It has started wearing off by now though.
We sit in silence. But not really an awkward one. More peaceful and comforting in a way. I check the clock that hangs on one loose screw above the old fireplace. The clock reads 3:27 am. Though for some reason I don't feel tired. I still can't help but fill my mind with thoughts of him. Him. The one person I feel truly safe around. The one person I could never get bored of. The one person that I love-
He cuts off my thought.
Craig's POV:
I couldn't stand the silence anymore. I had to hear his voice. His soothing soft voice. God. I could listen to it all day.
"I'm bored as fuck. Let's do something" I mumbled.
"What do you wanna do?"
"Let's go upstairs. Maybe watch a movie. I don't know. Get high." "Sure" We rushed up the stairs grabbing another bottle of tequila on the way. We get to his room. I fall onto the bed. Sinking into the soft mattress.
"What do you wanna watch" he says. "I don't know. You choose" I didn't mind. I was fine with doing anything as long as he was by my side. He turned on a random channel and made his way around the bed to lay down next to me. He was so close. His skin on mine. Side by side. His touch. It was all I craved. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I look over at him. He's perfect. His smile appears as he laughs at a joke he just heard on the tv. I love that smile. I love everything about him. I love him.
——————-<3
After laying there for a while. I turn around to look at him again. He was on his side facing away from me. I assumed he was sleeping. I get up, turn off the tv, and shut off the lights. I open a window to let some of the moonlight in. So that we aren't in complete darkness. He hates the dark. I lay back down beside him. Facing his back. I put the blanket over us. I just can't stop thinking about him. I lay there as I begin tracing circles on his back.
Tweek's POV:
I guess he thought I was asleep. But little did he know I was feeling everything. His touch on my back sent shivers down my spine. Even though there was a thin cotton fabric preventing me from feeling the direct contact of his skin.
I can't help myself. I have to see his face. I turn around. He notices me. I think I kind of startled him. "Oh, hi." He whispers. "Sorry I thought you were out cold." "It's aalright. I enjoyed it." He gives me a slight smile. We stare into each others eyes. All I could think about is how much I want to touch him. To rip that rugged band t-shirt off of his chest. I want him on top of me. I want to feel him explore every inch of my body. I change my focus to his lips. His soft red tinted lips. I think he noticed I was staring.
Craig's POV:
I notice him staring. Does he feel the same way? No he can't. We're friends. That's how he sees us. Maybe not. I don't know. I admire his face. Perfect once again. That's the only word I could use to describe him. This feeling lingers for a while. I can feel the tension between the very narrow space that separates us.
I can't help it anymore. I keep feeling this way and I can't push it down anymore. I need him. I lean in and connect his lips with mine. It only lasted a few seconds until I realized what I did.
I pulled away and saw his shocked face. I knew it. He doesn't see me the same way I did him. "I'm sorry... I just- I couldn't- I wasn't thinking straight- I" I get cutoff when I feel our lips reconnect. So the feeling is mutual.
